Thu. Feb 5th, 2026

January 2026

Stories

I walked into court eight months pregnant, thinking the worst thing I’d face was a divorce. Then my CEO husband smirked beside his mistress and hissed, “You’re nothing—sign the papers.” She leaned in and slapped me so hard I tasted blood. “Cry louder,” she laughed, “maybe the judge will pity you.” I looked up at the bench—and the judge’s eyes locked onto mine. “Order,” he said, voice shaking. “Bailiff… close the doors.”

I waddled into Family Court with one hand braced on my lower back and the…